Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes and inhaled a slow breath, feeling a surge of arousal I’d never felt in my life. I’d had good sex, desired beautiful women, explored everything there was to explore. But none of those experiences compared to how I felt now, elicited by this single woman. All I wanted was for her to want me with the intensity that I wanted her.
I slid my hand into her hair, and I forced her head back to look at me.
Her eyes were still wet and dripping in fear, afraid of what I would say next.
“Are you in this with me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m a dangerous man in a dangerous business, and that’s never going to change. I am who I am, and if you want me, you need to accept me. You need to accept that I want all of you to myself, that I don’t want to share you or be shared, that I want more than just something casual and easy. I want you to be my woman, I want commitment, I want something more than a week or a month or a year. Maybe forever. Don’t forget you aren’t the only one who’s got a heart on the line. Don’t forget you aren’t the only one who’s risking something. I’ve never done this before, but I know I want to do it with you. Those are my terms. So, if any of that is disagreeable to you, then get out now and don’t waste my fucking time.”
The tears stopped, but pools of emotion were still in her eyes. She cupped my jaw, and she rose on her tiptoes like a ballerina to get as close to me as possible, bending over backward to accommodate me the way I’d bent my back so many times. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
This woman cast a fucking spell over me because the anger evaporated with the wave of her hand. I should still be livid right now, make her work harder for my pardon, but all I wanted to do was take her to bed and forget the whole thing. I could read people so well no one ever wanted to play poker with me because I cleaned house every single time, and right now, I could read her sincerity like words rather than emotions. The glow in her eyes was as brilliant as the northern lights, ethereal and beautiful. She wore her heart on her sleeve and didn’t try to hide her hand from me. She’d finally put her cards on the table and folded. Maybe it would be different this time, maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, I was all in. I’d been all in for this woman the second I’d had her. I’d known it was different when I’d left that note after our first night together. With another woman, I would have walked out and never seen her again. But with Fleur, I’d absolutely wanted to see her again.
Why? I had no fucking idea.
I fisted her hair hard as I kept her face on mine. “Show me how sorry you are, sweetheart.” I’d wanted to shove my dick into her mouth the second she walked in the door. Wanted to fuck her even in my hottest rage. The magnetism that pulled me to her was impervious to all forms of destruction. “Show me how certain you are.” My hand left her hair, and I stepped around her, moving to the armchair by the fireplace before I sat down, my feet bare on the rug, my naked chest feeling the warmth from the flames.
She came around the chair and looked down at me, still fully dressed in her jeans and sweater.
I stared her down and waited for her to make the first move.
Her eyes were still wet, but now that she had a chance to get me back, her tears had ceased. She pulled the gray sweater over her head, revealing a black bra underneath with a single strap. She reached behind her and unclasped it, the material falling to reveal her perfect tits.
I’d missed those tits. The nipples were hard, probably because she was nervous and her skin was cold with her back to the fire. I propped my arm on the armrest, and I touched my jawline as I watched the show from the front row.
She unbuttoned her black jeans then stepped out of her boots, returning to her normal height of a mere five feet. She was a petite little thing. I usually preferred taller women because it was nice not to bend my neck down all the time, but her small stature didn’t bother me at all. She was fucking perfect.
When her boots were gone, she pulled off her tight jeans and revealed the little black thong underneath, just a G-string, like she’d put it on in the hope I would see it this evening. She left the thong on before she lowered to her knees in front of me.